There’s so much I could say about Mystic Soul, and yet I’m not ready to.
Above all, it was an experience. A very different experience of spirituality and justice and healing, than I’d ever experienced before–and it was so good.
Maybe all I can do for now is talk about the shifts, speak to how my friends of color across the country are trying to decolonize Christianity. There was a tangible feeling of healing in the body, for everyone involved. We all breathed much more deeply together.
We faced each other in a circle, rather than sitting in rows.
We never sat for a full-hour lecture. We talked to each other, engaged in spiritual practice together, got out of our seats and talked to people we didn’t know.
We told personal stories, rather than just quote highly-acclaimed authors.
We participated in healing silence and ritual in community.
We valued rhythm over time, not prioritizing order & efficiency over healing.
We engaged the reality that sometimes contemplation is quiet & sometimes it is loud.
We returned to the effects of trauma and how we all need to be in touch with our personal narratives in order to heal.
At times, the room of 400 people was silent and we all just breathed deeply together.
I don’t think any of these realities fit into the questions, “How was it?” or “How were you impacted?” or “What are you going to do now?”
I experienced wholeness in community.
I knew I was in a room filled with the leaders of contemplative spirituality for today & tomorrow. And I want to listen and keep listening.